The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is (whichever is greater), it obtains a difference, or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is, is now the position that it wa

The immediate feel is of the same kitschy, head-paste, cutesy ytmnd humor I've grown to loathe...but this transcends it somehow. Perhaps it's because Busey's facial expressions are absolutely perfect. Perhaps it's because I can actually imagine an underground network of Busey rodents. Perhaps I'm just a douche. "Awww hell, Chewbacca...go fix the goddamn hyperdrive..."

No - it wasn't that way at all. It was everywhere - a gelatin - a slime yet it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes - and a blemish. It was the pit - the maelstrom - the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was the unnamable!